Leonard's nurse left him alone in the Courtyard, claiming that the fresh air would serve him well. The sun was warm, the smell of grass hanging in the air. Guess I can't complain. Could be worse.
His hand trailed to his right arm, scratching at an irritated spot under a bandage. He flipped his journal open, scanning his notes. Whatever I did sure itches like h--
His thoughts were cut off as a dirtied, blood-stained picture dropped from his journal. He wasn't sure what to make of it- Looks like a great makeup job. God, it looks absolutely real. The note on the page from which the Polaroid had fallen was even more disturbing. It's my writing. God, what is this?
He looked around for a vacant spot, taking a seat on an empty patch of grass. He pulled two more polaroids from his pocket, returning the one of the monster to its appropriate page. It's hard to trust yourself when you're ranting about monsters in scribbled writing. Surely it was important at the time.
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His hand trailed to his right arm, scratching at an irritated spot under a bandage. He flipped his journal open, scanning his notes. Whatever I did sure itches like h--
His thoughts were cut off as a dirtied, blood-stained picture dropped from his journal. He wasn't sure what to make of it- Looks like a great makeup job. God, it looks absolutely real. The note on the page from which the Polaroid had fallen was even more disturbing. It's my writing. God, what is this?
He looked around for a vacant spot, taking a seat on an empty patch of grass. He pulled two more polaroids from his pocket, returning the one of the monster to its appropriate page. It's hard to trust yourself when you're ranting about monsters in scribbled writing. Surely it was important at the time.
[For Anise]